signal through the noise · 9:39pm Apr 24th, 2021
Since some people correctly decoded the video, but their tool of choice doesn't let them save the output as a clean bitmap, here's step 1's solution.
Channeling insanity into entertaining tales since 2015-01-19.
Since some people correctly decoded the video, but their tool of choice doesn't let them save the output as a clean bitmap, here's step 1's solution.
I run into a lot of people who think that a story can only be good if it has a deeper meaning, is an an artistic expression of one's culture, an examination of the human condition, to tell a message, or has a similar a purpose for existing. I personally find such stories to be a chore to read because of their "greater purpose". I personally believe that while stories written in such a fashion can still be good, they are good in spite of their embedded purpose, not because of it.
So I live in a rented apartment. I've been here for 8 years, and we pay 975 a month for this 3 bedroom place from the 1950s that lacks a ground loop, has a broken shower that only does random temps, smells like rot and death sometimes, has lots of pipe noises and cracked windows.
She's a 1999 Toyota Solara, one of the cars that's basically indestructible so long as you keep the oil changes coming. I have to take her in for a little work (Bad knock sensor that I can't personally replace without removing the intake manifold and... no. Just no. That is a job for someone else.), but she runs great.
Cheriot of Gold. First I earned.
Ancient beyond measure,
by her first owner, spurned.
She came to me in her golden years.
Claimed to be whole, well maintained.
Purchased for cash and a few beers.
Four years of faithful service given.
A few small repairs were made.
Comparatively nothing for the miles ridden.
Then, the lie was made manifest.
Well maintained? Not at all.
Thickened fluids against her differential pressed.
One hundred thousand miles at best.
Many of you know that I am autistic. One of the things I simply cannot do, experience, or think about, without genuinely wanting to die to never have to experience it ever again is interpersonal drama. I don't mean stuff like "will they / wont they?"questions, or friend arguing about something. I mean the stuff that threatens relationships existence. I just can't handle that many social calculations and get lost, imeadiently panic, and forget why people are screaming and need to flee or fight,